My God, My God, why have you forsaken me? Far from my prayer, from the words of my cry ? O my God, I cry out by day, and you answer not; by night and there is no relief for me. Yet you are enthroned in the holy place, O glory of Israel! You are fathers trusted; they trusted, and you delivered them. To you they cried, and they escaped; in you they trusted, and they were not put to shame.
But I am a worm, not a man; the scorn of men, despised by the people. All who see me scoff at me; they mock me with parted lips, they wag their heads: "He relied on the Lord; let him deliver him, let him rescue him, if he loves him." You have been my guide since I was first formed, my security at my mother's breast. To you I was committed at birth, from my mother's womb you are my God.
Be not far from me, for I am in distress; be near, for I have no one to help me. Many bullocks surround me; the strong bulls of Basan encircle me. They open their mouths against me like ravening and roaring lions.
I am like water poured out; all my bones are racked. My heart has become like wax melting away with in my bosom. My throat is dried up like baked clay, my tongue cleaves to my jaws; to the dust of death you have brought me down.
Indeed, many dogs around me, a pack of evildoers closes in upon me; they have pierced my hands and my feet; I can count all of my bones. They look on and gloat over me; they divide my garments among them, and for my vesture they cast lots
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